Now where were we. Oh yes I remember, Paul and Jackie got down and dirty on the living room rug. And now they are blissfully sleeping.........sated, exhausted.

(We Love The Beatles by The Carefrees)

We love you, Beatles

Oh, yes, we do

We love you, Beatles

And we'll be true

"Hey luv...Jack, what's that?" Paul squeezed Jackie's waist, whispering in her ear as she shifted to snuggle deeper into Paul's naked side.

When you're not near to us

We're blue

Oh, Beatles, we love you

(Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah)

I love you, John

Oh, yes, I do

I love the things you say

So sexy too

Giggling erupted as Beth changed her lyrics to become a little more personal for John, her crush. They were making their way home from Katies, slowly meandering and giggling "Tap the beat out on the fence, Beth"

When you're near to me

I'm flipping happy!

Oh, John, I love you

Tap tap tap went the stick or something. Paul lay listening to the beat still more asleep than awake. The night had been long and gloriously tiring. Performing sexual acts with this woman had been crazy good. Like it was her first time in careful response but letting go passionately like she did it all nightly.

We love you, Beatles

Oh, yes, we do

We don't love anyone

As much as you

Your singing makes

Us say to you

Oh, Beatles, we love you

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

I love you, George,

Oh, yes, I do

You're always in my heart

And I love you

The voices were closer now, by the door.....

Paul frowned in confusion and half wakefulness, he opened his eyes somewhat reluctantly, that sliver of view had him groaning at the light that flooded under, and over, the curtains...he still wasn't too bothered about the singing. If it wasn't him, John, George and or Ringo singing it was fans outside the windows.

It was the simultaneously the backdrop and centre stage of his life.

Paul, still unable to judge the owners of the voices, and mildly uncaring for the racket anyway, felt about for his trousers to find a cigarette. Pulling the leg of his pants from under her delicious rump Paul managed to grab a fag and wake the bird in one easy yank.

Jackie moaned softly and stretched like a cat beside him and he eyed the naked lady with a roving, thoroughly entertained gaze...She was barely moving like him, fingers curling, toes dipping and wiggling ever so slowly. And she still hadn't heard the sing along outside the front door....

"It definitely doesn't go like that and where am I. Where's my verse then?"

"Where are you what?" Jacqueline rubbed a hand over his flat tummy, dipping lower because... Well just because.... He was right there, all male and all yummy...and her hands reached in rejoice.

"In that song darlin"

"What song?" Jackie frowned, she had no clue to his mind. Her eyes fluttered open with lethargic heaviness and she sighed happily, hand sliding flat across warm and smooth skin then a tangle of what she imagined were ebony dark curly curls... Slowly does it, she bit her lip, could she, should she.... Oh yes she should!

And eureka!

The holy grail.

The generously thick, long candlestick of fun.

Her fingers encompassed and wrapped... finding his pulse ratchet-

When you're near to me

I'm all hot and horny

Oh, George, I love you

'Shush with the horny's Katie! What if mum hears'

"Oh my god"

"Was I that good?"

"Quick get your shoes... What am I saying- get everything .... Over there. Get behind the couch and crouch. Hide yourself" Jackie leapt to her feet and ran about like a headless chicken throwing underwear and socks at Paul as he stood rubbing his eyes in all his naked glory causing Jackie to hiss "Paul I swear if you don't get your backside behind that couch you will never sing a low note again!"

"Testy testy" Still one hand rubbing his eyes, his other fell and felt the weight of his codger, tight and ready. She only slid her hand on and round-

"Yes them, they'll be gone"

Cringing with the thought Paul covered his crown jewels for a moment. Only a moment mind you "Bloody nora, I'll be sure to keep you from all sharp objects in my presence....."

A whispering and desperate conversation ensued:

"Oh! Come on quick smart lets lift the table back over the rug" Her eyes were speedily roving all over, she fished the scarf off the lamp making Paul moan quietly and slump on the sofa.  Jackie pointed at the table with a glare.

"Alright but I'll have you know I'm no furniture mover. What would the union say about this"?

"Probably laugh at your attire to start with"

"Funny haha"

Paul pushed the slightly warped table and the scratching sound as it scraped over the floor toward the rug was not at all quiet.

"Lift!" She hissed.

"OK!" He hissed and grinned back.

Slapping the doily's and pack of cards in the centre of the low table she nodded, then silently Jackie pushed Paul toward the back of the couch. Thankfully it was long enough to hide a lanky naked man.

"Stay right there til I get them upstairs" Jackie listened to the girls mumbling outside then heard the doorknob jiggle.

"It's locked" Beth started with a frown.

"Arrrrr derrrr Sherlock. Where's the key?"

"In my school bag- on my bed" Beth began searching under the few flower pots stood by the door. "Nope"

Jiggling the locked front door again, Beth gave up and walked to the hazy front window instead, placing a hand over her eyes to try and see through the curtains.

Jackie froze, flapped her hands at Paul to get down. He was grinning like a kid in a toy shop, thoroughly involved in playing his favourite game of hide and seek but not ducking behind the couch as instructed. No, he watched Jackie and her bits jiggle like an early Christmas present as she bolted up the stairs.

Katie knocked. "On any other weekend she's usually trying to get you out of bed by now"

"I know....You knock louder. I'll tap on the window"

"She's probably got a fella in her boudoir"

"Eeeewww Kate yuck don't be so disgusting"

"Come to your step daddy, Bethy dear" Katie commanded, imitating a low male voice, trying and failing miserably not to laugh. Then she began making lip smacking kissy noises. "Oh Jacqueline what big hooters you've got luv" The Cockney accent making all the words sound even dirtier.

Beth started pounding on the door to block Kate's cackling.

'I'm coming, I'm coming' The girls heard from somewhere inside.

Jackie was busy trying to scan the floors, kitchen and living area for signs of Beatles and shoving on and tying her robe around her tightly. Beth pounded a little more when Katie made rude and crude sex movements beside her. 'Hold your horse's' met the girl's ears but still the door didn't budge.

"Right Paul?" Jackie whispered as she chanced a glance behind the couch and found Paul lying on his back once again, knees bent, clothes plopped beside him, scratching his stubble "Paul!"

"Yes, Missus Gordon"

"You know I'm not" With a scowl Jackie watched Paul spin about and kneel beside her, ducking a warm hand between her robe and run fingers up her thigh "No! Get down there, lower... hands off"

"Awww" This whispering and hiding from kid's lark was a blast, he hadn't had this much fun in forever. Even hiding from fans had become a bit blasé of late, there were only so many times you could get in a cupboard with three other fellas and smell someone let one rip.

"Please I have to let them in. I'll get them up to the bedroom then you can get out"

"Bloody hell I haven't been kicked out since I was fifteen and that was only because she thought I wanted to roll her sister" Paul pouted but it was no good Jackie was backing away from him doing 'get dressed' hand signals at him. "I-"

"Shush" she shushed, finger to her lips, hushing him quickly, as only a mother could. "Dressed and out"

Paul sunk down behind the sofa grumbling quietly but slipping his trousers on nonetheless and reluctantly began threading an arm through his shirt sleeve.

"Morning girls!!" The door opened wide and a nervous Jackie, fidgeting with her hair, smiled overly brightly at the two girls "What time is it? I say...is it past nine!?"

"Morning Jackie"

"That'll be Ms. Gordon to you till I say otherwise. Morning Kate."

"Morning mssssssss Gordon"

The girls smiled and tumbled into the hallway, three females squeezed in the narrow passage. Katie moving ever forward and Beth stood looking at her mum's hair.

"You not been up long? Your hair looks a right sight mum" Outside the kitchen, opposite the small living room, the girls milled about and placed a few records on the timber veneer hall table and Katie dropped her overnight bag with a clatter to the timber floor.

"No. If you must know I slept in, it was so quiet" Jackie hovered in the doorway trying to cut off the living room, but Kate ducked under her arm and went to move into the room toward the record player sat in the very corner "No!" Was almost screamed in protest, she had to get a grip, rubbing her neck Jackie breathed in to relax "Oh no, I would like you to put the bag away upstairs and sort your school bag too please sweetie... Upstairs"

Paul cleared his throat quietly, his hand over his mouth, a muffled affair, yet enough for Jackie's ears to prick and pick up and be mortified with alarm... Just knowing he was there, so close to them, so close to being discovered.

She stomped her foot to cover up for the sound.

Both girls looked at the odd behaviour that seemed to be emitting off Beth's mother as she stamped her foot again "Beetle. Was a beetle, did you see it? Don't you hate them sneaky little insects. Right off you go, sort your room and I'll get the insect repellent"

"But you said sort my bag and we want to play records" Beth whined as she cottoned on to her mother's orders to 'sort her room' It was like a rubbish tip up there even though she was supposed to keep it clean and tidy "Kate's ma gave her money for a record so we have a new one to listen to. Its ever so good you will love it!"

"Upstairs, then music"

Beth pouted but she knew better today; And she wanted to go out again later so she couldn't possibly be naughty and think to be allowed to go out "Come on Kate, sooner we go up, sooner we come back down"

"Take your time.... " Jackie frowned at herself, what on earth was she saying, the girls would more than likely scramble up the stairs and be back down in seconds flat, with or without her telling them 'to take their time'. She called out another frantically thought of request from the bottom of the staircase as Beth began her assent "And for heaven's sake, make sure you haven't left fruit in the bottom of your school satchel Beth" It was a notice for a much younger person, a seven or eight-year-old perhaps but she had nought else to request....unless..... "Homework......?"

"Finished it up yesterday" Beth flipped her hair and walked up the stairs to only stop and pause on the landing at the top to wait for Kate who was halfway down looking back at Beth's mother with bemusement covering her features. Kate followed after a moment, stepping a few rungs higher then turned about again to discover Jackie stood with hands wringing in agitation, facing the living room and then finally Jackie stood stoically, hugging herself. Kate joined Beth with a furrow in her brow "I don't know Bethy, your mums acting right weird this morning"

"I know, we must have woken her from a dream or something" Beth quietly offered back as she led Kate down the hall to her room.

Jumping on the couch glaring over the back, Jackie chucked Paul's tie at him "Out now. Quickly!!"

"What! No parting thank-you or apology kiss"

"No! Out"

"Alright but I'll be having words you know" Paul stood before her, tie clutched in the same hand as his brand-new pair of shiny black and white winklepickers. Only inches he was from her and he grinned greedily...with promises on his lips, his shirt hung limp around him and open, not one button having been done up. His bare chest, she had run eager fingers over, teasing her. She quivered, he was ever so delectable and Jackie made sure to squeeze her fists tight to stop herself touching and exploring him once again as he smirked at her. He knew, he knew what he was, heaven on a stick, Paul with a stick, Jacqueline's yard stick.

And then she felt the pull of gravity, her orbs, eager for more, dropping with deliberate lethargy. Wandering lower they sat lingering over his zipper that was thankfully shut, eyeing his happy place, her reawakened dirty mind trying to jettison her parental one.

Jackie reluctantly dragged her deceitful gaze away and hastened further downwards only to be drawn to a complete standstill at his thighs; His suede pants now tightly covering, hugging, those wonderful thighs. I want to squeeze those thighs...

She had to get a grip, not of Paul unfortunately, but of herself. The girls were metres away and bound to want the music on any minute.

Jackie pushed him into the hall, banging his shoulder into the wall blindly as she kept her eyes fastened on the stairs, peeled and vigilant. Ready, on high alert, for the girls swift return. She turned and planted the most fleeting 'send your kid off to school kiss' on his jaw "Here"

"That's it. A bloody peck on the cheek, after all we shared "

"Please go. I can't have her seeing me.... ummm like this... entertaining" Jackie offered woodenly "and it's... it's you... They'd go completely bonkers". She couldn't just turn up with her very own Beatle curled around her and think Beth would be silent on the subject. The girls would likely scream, trip down the stairs and proceed to kiss him to bits...and Jackie wasn't about to stand by and watch them do that when she had been doing all that and more herself, eagerly, mere minutes before.

"Goodbye Jacqueline. May I say-"

Jackie slammed the door in his face. The girls had resurfaced, banging down the stairs like a herd of elephants; Beth noisily begging to have Hob Nobs with morning tea.